The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 539: Cotton Regent

Murong Jie took a sip of wine and said, "So, this time this king comes back, hoping to persuade Old Prince Anran to reach this agreement in private with Prince Qi. Qin Zhou said that as long as the old prince leaves, she will withdraw his troops. ."

“Will Beimo abide by the agreement?”

"The prince of Beimo and the two generals of the Qin family are willing to come to Dazhou as a proton."

Zi An said: "But the emperor seems to be very confident about this battle."

"It is not necessary to use the power of the whole country to fight this war. It will cost the people money, the people will be displaced, and how many families will the war harm? It is impossible to estimate. The emperor is not confident, he just wants to use up the last bit of his strength. , to relieve him of the frontier crisis and the threat of Beimo and Xianbei to Dazhou.”

This is his usual style.

Zi An nodded, her heart a little complicated. If Da Zhou took advantage of the Northern Desert crisis this time and made a large-scale invasion, in fact, there are two extreme possibilities under the analysis.

The first one, Bei Mo couldn't deal with it and was defeated.

Second, Bei Mo is angry, the angry army is high, and the big week will be defeated.

It's just that, even if it's the first one, it's the same death of killing a thousand enemies and self-destructing eight hundred. Is it necessary?

Zi An thinks that he may be a woman and a child, but if the war can not be fought, it is better not to fight. Why must the blood of soldiers and common people be used to fill the desires of those in power?

"I will go with you tomorrow to see Old Prince An Ran." Zi An said.

"Didn't you say you were going with this king? How did you make it seem like you've only decided now?" Murong Jie glanced at her.

Zi An smiled, "I wanted to go with you before, but this time I think I should go, it's different."

"Well, okay." Murong Jie held her in his arms, "As long as the old prince is persuaded, it will benefit the people of the two countries."

"If the old man doesn't go, will you let me go?" Zian asked.

Murong Jie was silent for a while, "This king doesn't want you to go, and this is only the idea of ​​Qi Wangye, the emperor of Beimo may not agree, and Qin Zhou may not believe you."

"Prince Qi must have persuaded the Emperor Beimo to submit the book to the emperor, right?"

"That's right, but if you're not the person the Emperor Beimo really wants to invite, you will be questioned by many parties when you go to Beimo. The main fighting faction in Beimo, headed by the King of Zhen, does not Easy to deal with."

Furthermore, on the other side of the land, he certainly wouldn't let him, the Great Zhou Regent, accompany him.

Zi An remembered the little thought that the emperor left behind his mother, and he just wanted to laugh. The overall situation is like this, but he is still playing some tricks, and the pattern is obviously not high enough.

The two went back after drinking for a while.

The next morning, Zi'an got up early, and the Night King's carriage was already waiting outside. This time, the Night King also accompanied him to Hanshan.

Have him say a few words by the side, the effect will be much better.

Hanshan has heard a lot, but Zi'an hasn't been there yet.

It is not necessary to say that I was running all the way, because I had to hurry up, I just stopped to eat a meal of dry food and drink a few sips of water on the way.

Murong Jie did not wear a beard, but went out according to the dress she had drawn for him.

On the carriage, Ye Wang and Murong Jie also exchanged information. When it comes to King Nan Huai, it is necessary to mention the noble concubine.

Murong Jie only asked, "Where is he buried?"

"In the West Hills."

"Yeah!"

Xishan is not a mass grave, but all concubines who made mistakes or died in the cold palace will be buried there, with a thin coffin and no tombstone, so the life of the concubine was buried.

Zi'an held his hand and offered wordless comfort.

Murong Jie didn't seem sad or sad, but still calmly analyzed the current situation with the Night King.

He asked the Night King to send a letter to Prince An, so that he wouldn't have to worry about Danqing County's entry into the palace.

The night king said: "I have already written the letter, the second brother has always been sensible, and he should know the emperor's mind, and he will not act rashly, but, after all, this matter is funny after all, when will the emperor use it on his brother? Such a little trick? Is it sad or ridiculous?"

"Don't worry about it." Murong Jie said solemnly, "He recovers, and he always does something to show his majesty or kindness."

"Has he actually thought that doing this might have the opposite effect? ​​The second brother is very loyal to him, and it is unnecessary for him to do so."

"The emperor has always been suspicious. He only believes in the loyalty held by all means, not the loyalty from the heart."

"This matter, Seventh Brother, is it necessary to tell the ancestors?"

"The ancestors will not pay attention to the affairs of the court, so there is no need to disturb her old man. Let her and Auntie Ashe enjoy their old age in peace." There are a lot of Murong family descendants. Is it shameful to say it out when you come out to preside over political affairs?

"Yeah, too!" The Night King nodded.

When the carriage arrived at the foot of Hanshan Mountain, it had to ride the horse.

The road on the mountain is easy to walk, and horses can walk, but when you reach the middle of Hanshan, you have to walk.

The scenery of Hanshan is really beautiful. Zi'an had been to Jiuzhaigou and thought Jiuzhaigou was already a fairyland on earth, but when he arrived at Hanshan, he realized that there is still beauty in one mountain.

There are four seasons in the mountains, and the days are different in ten miles. It feels like a portrayal of Hanshan.

The layers of maple leaf forests have different colors, yellow, red, and blue. The lake in the mountains is like a mirror, reflecting the beauty of the mountains. Sometimes people always have an illusion that the scenery in the lake is real of.

Or, everything in front of me is illusory.

The mountains are full of flowers, colorful, splendid, and fragrant. From a distance, the mist condenses the top of the mountain, and the top is like a fairyland.

Looking down the mountain, strips of emerald green jade belts wrap around the mountain, and the road looks like a soaring dragon leaping out from the mountain stream.

As soon as I take a breath, I feel very refreshed.

"The old ancestors are really good at picking places. If the court is peaceful in the future, I also want to come here to live in seclusion."

"I'm afraid my ancestors would be reluctant to give this place to you."

"Then go to war and grab a place with her."

"The ancestors are no longer in Hanshan, and this place is only temporarily for Old Prince Anran to live." The Night King said.

"Where did the ancestors go? Could it be that there is a more beautiful place in the world than this cold mountain?"

"Perhaps," the Night King shrugged, "Go find the Regent of the Sky?"

"Huh?" Zi An sounds playful, "The Regent of the Sky?"

"The King Regent is the ancestor of the ancestor... I'm good, the ancestor said so."

Zi An hurriedly asked about the story between the King Regent and the ancestors. In fact, everyone in the royal family knew about this story, but they never dared to talk about it in private.

After listening to the story of the ancestor, Zi An was amazed.

"There is still a difference between other people's regents and ours. Ours is probably a copycat." Zi An sighed.

"Shut up!" Murong Jie roared in anger, "Go up the mountain, you two have been talking about it all day, are you tired? Do you remember what you were going to do today?"